Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.